Oh god, I don t know how to say this without feeling embarrassed, but I m one of those women who... um... farts. And quite a bit, to be honest. Like, I could be an Olympic fart champion, if only such a discipline existed.
Sometimes I hold back, especially in public or if I m with someone I like. It s as if I have a little monster in my belly that wants to get out at all costs. And when I finally set him free... well, let s say he doesn t go unnoticed.
The sound is powerful, like a trumpet announcing the arrival of the king. And the smell... well, it s not really Chanel N°5, that s it. Let s say it s more like a mix of rotten eggs and spoiled cabbage. Delicious, right?
Sometimes I feel guilty, like I m some kind of gas monster. But then I remember that we are human, and that everyone farts. Even the most elegant and refined women, those who seem to have step out of a fashion magazine.
So, here s my confession: I m a woman who farts. And I m no longer ashamed of it. In fac
